The town was in an out of the way backwater in the foothills of the interior mountains and it had been subjected to several raids by the British force... along with their Indian comrades with an eye to gathering rations and fodder for their animals as well as putting the Patriot militias off kilter on their sense of a secure base from which to operate in repulsing the redcoat assaults.In their enthusiasm for extracting information from the populace, the less scrupulous British Officers, no. Lady Diavolina was often dressed like this, but Simone told herself that her ass looked even better that the images before her. A red, lace-trimmed push-up bra held her breasts high and tight, and the cut of her black tank top showed generous cleavage, exposing just enough of the red trim to catch the eye. Her long, dark hair had been washed and conditioned to a flowing gloss and she wore it loose and straight, letting it flow over her shoulders. She'd even managed to find out the exact. Besides, this gentle feeling cant last forever, and with good reason: were we humans not driven to have sex again and again, our species would soon perish for lack of children. Still, I do not move for so long as this feeling remains, that it may remain as long as possible. So here we lie still, your head turned to one side and your cheek pressed against my chest, your breasts pillowed against my rib cage and your vagina still wrapped around my penis as it gradually wilts. My arms are loosely. It's just that I wasn't prepared." For us to admit an incestuous marriage?" she prodded."No," I said softly. My mind was still whirling. I hadn't thought about my own past for a long time now. Some pretty strong memories and emotions were flooding into my mind. "I don't think much about my childhood. It was... difficult." I said. "What you said made me remember things I haven't thought about in a long time." Oh!" said Kathy, her tentative smile back. "So you don't think we're perverts?" Like I.